Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.